A pot raises its head high,
Says its water is full,
But after some have been taken,
The pot loses all its water!
A small stream rolls and rumbles,
Swirls here and there in pride,
And the November sun smiles at it,
And the stream is dried up!
But the ocean is silent and gentle,
It walks courteously in its bank,
And rain does not cease falling on it,
And the ocean never lacks water!
